Fu Canglu

Chapter 357 The Battle of the Western Wall

Xiguan barrier.

Everyone knows that the newly appointed Governor-General looks weak and has a gentle temper, but he is actually a very difficult and powerful character.

The first thing this man in blue and armor took office as the governor of the Xiguan Fortress was to thoroughly investigate all the officials in the Xiguan Fortress, and carried out a major cleansing of the Xiguan border defense line.

He acquiesced in the behavior of Huantuqiong's old cavalry officer, Yan Bailou, who hung his head on the banner at the highest point of the Xiguan Barrier.

This already says a few things.

Jiang Qingyi carried out a major exchange of blood on the Xiguan border.

Not long after that, the news came that Xiguan Yingying had died on Misty Slope.

Hundreds of people rode around Xiguan for a week and rushed to the fortified city wall of Xiguan. They all carried a big pole on their backs, and corpses like shadows hung from the pole.

The man in Tsing Yi watched silently at Huan Tuqiong's corpse to replace Yan Bailou.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

This is the day he took off his green armor.

Ren Pingsheng, who was burdened with nine hatreds, stood beside him, and said softly: "If Yuan Sizhi and Huan Tuqiong are really singled out, the winning rate is basically [-] to [-]. There must be masters sitting on Misty Slope."

Jiang Qingyi said calmly: "We are outside the situation, standing in the middle of the situation, some things can be seen clearly, so let's not say so clearly."

Ren Pingsheng silently glanced at the corpse hanging beside the big thunder bell wall drum in the Xiguan Fortress.

Dry and rain-exposed, it has withered out of shape.

The old sword crown sighed and said: "The people of the Jianghu live so gracefully that they are willing to die generously, but there are thousands of ways to die, but they don't want to die like him."

Jiang Qingyi felt emotional, and murmured: "It is said that people from Xiguan would rather die in Xiguan. It's a pity that even though he was from Xiguan, he died here, but he died in a foreign land, and he didn't end well."

Ren Pingsheng was carrying a jug of wine, and glanced at Dalei Zhongbigu.

He said slowly: "Huan Tuqiong is also practicing swords, but this sword is not the same as the word Hao Mang. He is originally an assassin, who is invisible all day long and hides in the shadows."

"Assassins are the most cold-blooded people in this world."

"He is the best assassin in Xiguan, but in the end he was trapped by love, trapped in the favor of the white robe, and chose to walk out of the shadow and go to Misty Slope to return the sword with sword. From the moment he stepped out of the shadow, he was doomed. It's a good end." At this point, Ren Pingsheng glanced at Jiang Qingyi, and said expressionlessly: "I can't figure out the intrigue in the temple, but I don't want you to die under such a meaningless struggle."

Jiang Qingyi said with some helplessness: "Don't worry, look at the entire Xiguan, the situation is turbulent, but the governor of my Xiguan barrier is safe."

"I withdrew Yuan Sizhi's confidants, and I didn't leave Huan Tuqiong's old department behind." He said calmly, "Before the end of this wrestling, I left Yan Bailou's head hanging on the Xiguan Barrier, because I knew There is still a glimmer of hope for Huan Tuqiong to make a comeback, but now that he is dead, there is a new person next to Da Lei Bigu."

The weak man in Tsing Yi sighed and said: "I'm not a heartless person, but my blood can't stand scrutiny. Considering the situation, no matter how impressive Huan Tuqiong's actions are, I can't help him. Assessing the situation, the most urgent thing is to get the power of Xiguan border It's completely in my hands."

"I'm not a reckless person like Huan Tuqiong." He paused slightly, glanced at Ren Pingsheng, and said quietly, "So you can rest assured in your life."

The man in Tsing Yi stretched out a hand and barely patted the tall and thin man on the shoulder.

Ren Pingsheng didn't speak, but squeezed out a smile coldly.

He has high cheekbones and thin cheeks. He doesn't look like a good person. Even when he smiles, he gives people a gloomy feeling.

Smiling doesn't make people feel happy.

Instead, it is like a northwest wind, cold to the bone.

Ren Pingsheng narrowed his eyes softly, stretched his body lazily, and suddenly thought of something, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"It's the same tonight."

Jiang Qingyi was quite helpless after hearing the words, so he could only agree.

"Yes yes yes"

A person like Ren Pingsheng has an indifferent expression on weekdays, and almost no one has seen him smile.

And this weird smile makes it hard not to develop thoughts in some wrong directions.

At Zishi, there was silence in front of the governor's mansion in the fortress of Xiguan.

Ren Pingsheng, who was practicing in seclusion, heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door for the man in Tsing Yi.

This is the time for the frontier soldiers to rest.

The soldiers who took turns to watch the night looked a little strange.

In such a late night, a needle can be heard.

The Governor went to the tall and thin man's house again, followed by the sound of violent panting, things fell to the ground, and after a period of time, it returned to calm.

About two hours later, the governor will walk out of the tall and thin man's room with disheveled clothes and sweat all over his body. His face is flushed, but he seems to be in good spirits.

In the Governor's Mansion of Xiguan Fortress, there are vague rumors that the newly appointed Governor-General seems to have some unusual hobbies.

Like Long Yang?

Such news really made people shudder, and those who were promoted by Jiang Qingyi were even more frightened.

Ren Pingsheng remained silent for the first time.

Jiang Qingyi, who can be said to be able to see and hear the sky in the Xiguan Barrier, sighed.

The next day's time.

In front of the night watchmen.

Jiang Qingyi dragged Ren Pingsheng out of the mansion, and dragged him all the way to the dojo specially modified for the governor outside the courtyard.

Several soldiers who were not too serious to watch the excitement had the honor to witness Ren Pingsheng's Kendo Dzogchen realm.

Give the sword.

This man, who is indeed qualified to be called the Xiguan Sword Crown, first explained the mystery of the "Sword Manual" to the governor word by word, and then picked up the wooden sword in the dojo without using Jiuhen.

No power was used.

The momentum of the sword move is either blazing like fire, or ethereal like the wind.

The six sword moves were performed by this tall and thin man in the most ordinary way.

The big sleeves are drawn to the breeze, and the sword energy is knocking on the wall.

The Eighteen Ways of Sword Qi danced from midnight, evolving into the mystery of the way of the sword. This tall and thin man was obsessed with the way of the sword, and he did not know how many times he danced like this with one sword.

Over and over and over and over again!
Jiang Qingyi first sat cross-legged on the ground, struggling to remember the trajectory of the wooden sword.

Then he stood up and picked up a wooden sword of the same specification very greenly.

He tried to hold the sword steadily and pass the sword smoothly as he practiced a few days ago.

Ren Pingsheng glanced at the man in Tsing Yi, and slowed down his movements. The wooden sword in his sleeve suddenly stopped from the momentum of thunder, and slowed down dozens of times, allowing Jiang Qingyi to keep up with his movements.

Jiang Qingyi looked straight at Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng shook his wrist.

Jiang Qingyi shook his wrist.

To complete this formula, a stick of incense was used.

Wipe the sleeves, a stick of incense.

Hid the sword in the pocket, flipped the sleeve, smashed the drum.

A total of three styles, two sticks of incense.

Then it changed from jerky to proficient.

Then gradually increase the speed.

faster and faster.

faster and faster.

In the end, Jiang Qingyi only had Ren Pingsheng's eyes in his eyes.

Those eyes have a mighty sword intent, like a great river, magnificent in waves, it is about to be split, split the galaxy, and turn it into a gloomy aura under the sword!
He got up and squatted down together following the sword move of the tall and thin man.

The sun, the moon, and the stars flow, and the moon shines down.

Tsing Yi and Sword Crown dance sword together.

After the Daji Mountains, Jiang Qingyi, who was forcibly ordered by Ren Pingsheng to memorize the "Jian Jing", had long been familiar with this kendo enlightenment book by heart.

Every move and every style.

Ren Pingsheng asked him to learn swordsmanship.

Jiang Qingyi really started to learn swords.

He is a student from a poor family, but he just happened to stand in the position of the governor of Xiguan. Maybe even after ten or twenty years of practice, he would not be able to reach the realm of the white-robed Li Qing.

He has no qualifications against heaven.

Jiang Qingyi just didn't want to repeat that scene.

When Ren Pingsheng died generously, he could only hide behind the city gate.

He has nothing but happens to have a great memory.

He knew that the man from Qiliang, even without the blessings of the two heavens, was definitely a great practitioner different from ordinary people.

A great practitioner does not cultivate aptitude, but cultivates a fairy heart.

Ten times more tenacious than ordinary people, and a hundred times more persistent than ordinary people.

Ren Pingsheng withdrew his sword suddenly.

Jiang Qingyi retracted the sword at the same time, and after holding it with one hand, the wooden sword stood up against the spine.

The posture of retracting the sword is extremely tall and straight.

Those who were lucky enough to witness this scene were all shaken in their hearts.

It's hard to be calm for a long time.

After retracting the sword, Ren Pingsheng maintained the same posture with the sword on his back, and the mighty sword energy slightly overflowed from his chest.

He exhales lightly.

It was tens of feet away.

The surface of the big thunder wall drum trembled violently.

Tiger Leopard Thunder.

The tall and thin man who created such a scene only had a complex expression, and glanced at Jiang Qingyi.

"Pity"

The man in Tsing Yi's complexion was normal, he was full of vitality, and he didn't appear to be panting.

Sword intent to keep healthy.

Raise the sword with the sword.

Ren Pingsheng, who silently used his whole body of sword energy to cultivate and support Jiang Qingyi's kendo cultivation, was a little bit emotional. This young man's aptitude is really not low, at least his comprehension can be regarded as above-average, and a "Sword Manual" is less than a month The practice has been completed.

It's just that Jiang Qingyi has no energy in his body, let alone a celestial appearance. Even if he starts to practice now, with his own help, he will not be able to see the realm of a great practitioner in this life.

"What's the use of being full of sword energy?"

Ren Pingsheng was full of emotions in his heart, and he said silently: "What if I donate all the strength of my whole body to you?"

Shaking his head, he didn't think about anything else.

A step slower is a lifetime slower.

Ren Pingsheng said softly: "Cultivation is like cultivating the mind, and cultivating the mind is cultivating the sword. A well-cultivated sword can withstand thousands of troops. Thousands of miles of beacon fire, thousands of miles of wolf smoke, if one day someone breaks into the barrier, the Xiguan barrier will not be able to stop it. Black cavalry can't stop it, believe it or not, I can stop it?"

Jiang Qingyi was a little perplexed.

He looked at Ren Pingsheng's inscrutable smile, frowned, and cursed softly: "Why stop me, don't kill me?"

The tall and thin man pursed his lips, and casually threw away the wooden sword.

He turned around quietly with his hands behind his back.

But his eyes looked towards a certain direction outside the Xiguan barrier.

Ren Pingsheng said with a soft smile, "Jiang Qingyi, look."

far west.

The vastness of the sky advanced, and there was a rumbling sound like thunder rolling against the ground like a tide.

The Xiguan barrier stretches for thousands of miles.

Reject the monster race thousands of miles away.

At this moment, there was a bewitching sound, which suddenly cut through the sky.

Before his death, the white-robed feudal lord murdered half of the big figures in the chess palace. Daxia was silent for two years, and the flags and drums died down. It was not until the birth of the Western Demon that he slowly regained his composure.

Such a large-scale attack is very rare in these years.

No one can clearly see how long the distance blocked by this wave of beasts is.

Standing in the Governor's Mansion, the man in Tsing Yi at the highest point of Xiguan grasped the wooden sword dumbly, and glanced at the soldiers behind him.

Jiang Qingyi took a deep breath.

Spit out two words.

The pronunciation is tense, cramped, and a little uneasy.

What's more is the joy after waiting for a long time, the uncontrollable excitement under the surging undercurrent.

The big thunder wall drum resounded brilliantly.

Trembling world.

Accompanied by two words: "Fight!"

(End of this chapter)